The Dragon and The Wolf (Game of Thrones - Season 1)

4. Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things

WINTERFELL

Bran was dreaming he was in the training yard, practicing his archery, like he did before he fell from the broken tower.

A raven cawed as it flew, landing on a cart of hay.

Bran lowered his bow, walking towards it.

The raven continued to caw, flying away and landing on a stone wolf statue.

Bran walked closer and the raven flew into the crypt, Bran followed and cautiously approached the raven.

The raven turned its head towards Bran, revealing it had a third eye.

Bran opened his eyes, waking up.

Summer was lying on the bed next to him.

Bran started to get up, remembering that his legs were paralyzed.

Old Nan sat next to the bed, knitting. "The little lord's been dreaming again."

Bran laid back.

Theon walked in.

Summer growled,

Theon looked at Bran. "We have visitors."

"I don't want to see anyone," Bran told him, grumpy.

"Really?" Theon asked. "If I was cooped up all day with no one but this old bat for company, I'd go mad. Anyway, you don't have a choice. Robb's waiting."

"I don't want to go," Bran answered.

"Neither do I," Theon told him. "But Robb's Lord of Winterfell, which means I do what he says and you do what I say. Hodor!"

Hodor bent down so he could enter the room, looking at Theon. "Hodor?"

"Help Bran down the hall," Theon instructed.

"Hodor," Hodor complied, walking towards the bed and picking up Bran.

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Tyrion and Yoren stood in the Great Hall. Robb and Maester Luwin were sitting at the head table and several guards were also present. Robb's direwolf, Grey Wind was lying down in front of the table.

"I must say I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit," Tyrion said.

"Any man of the Night's Watch is welcome at Winterfell," Robb replied.

Yoren nodded.

"Any man of the Night's Watch, but not I, eh, boy?" Tyrion asked.

"I'm not your boy, Lannister," Robb answered. "I'm Lord of Winterfell while my father is away."

"Then you might learn a lord's courtesy," Tyrion told him.

The doors opened and everyone looked at Hodor carried in Bran.

"So it's true," Tyrion said. "Hello, Bran." Hodor stopped as he and Bran both looked at Tyrion. "Do you remember anything about what happened?"

"He has no memory of that day," Maester Luwin told him.

"Curious," Tyrion replied.

"Why are you here?" Robb asked.

Tyrion looked at Bran. "Would your charming companion be so kind as to kneel? My neck is beginning to hurt."

"Kneel, Hodor," Bran told him.

Hodor kneeled, sitting Bran on his knee.

"Do you like to ride, Bran?" Tyrion asked.